Fuck the Rules
Raven
Raven and I have a history. And it is not all about sex. If there has been a woman who inspires my rage nearly as much as bell used to .. it would have to be raven.
Bell gave up. Walked away. Turned her eyes from the beast. Traded darkness for a innocent she could still save from it. That makes her smart in my eyes.
Raven is still there dancing in and out of the shadow. I have yet to figure out how serious she is about it. For now I am content to allow the question to exist between us. For now.
One thing that question does not interfere with .. sex.
Not the "mother may I" kind. Not the kind where you bask in the glow .. watching the ripples of touch react like a subsonic pulse through her body. There is nothing warm and tender about it. It is balls-to-the wall-all-out-take-it-and-leave-no-survivors sex. Do it till you can not breath .. can not move .. can not think. No exploration of domination and submission .. no man and woman ... no master slave ... just two animals fucking like the moons demand and the howling proclaims. There is no environment .. no props .. no awareness of anything but the culmination of the basest desires .. far beyond needs. The kind of sex you wake up in the middle of the night scared as all hell you actually did .. burning with the shame of it ... and relaxing only when you realize it was all a dream. But that would be you .. not me.
This was no dream.
If there is one place I know I can pull the dream into reality .. if there is one woman I know will welcome me no matter what I do to her ... it is raven. And I know she will crawl back for more until she has no legs to crawl with .. and then she will drag herself. And if I do not know where this comes from and what it has to do with me in the long run? It is a question I can allow to go unanswered for now. I do not care if it is about me .. at this point. All I care about is that for a few brief explosive moments I found a release ... in the sweat and cum and blood and bruising there was a moment where I no longer cared .. no longer sought ... no longer ached ... no longer needed ... and I slept.
Raven and I have a history. And it is not all about sex. If there has been a woman who inspires my rage nearly as much as bell used to .. it would have to be raven.
Bell gave up. Walked away. Turned her eyes from the beast. Traded darkness for a innocent she could still save from it. That makes her smart in my eyes.
Raven is still there dancing in and out of the shadow. I have yet to figure out how serious she is about it. For now I am content to allow the question to exist between us. For now.
One thing that question does not interfere with .. sex.
Not the "mother may I" kind. Not the kind where you bask in the glow .. watching the ripples of touch react like a subsonic pulse through her body. There is nothing warm and tender about it. It is balls-to-the wall-all-out-take-it-and-leave-no-survivors sex. Do it till you can not breath .. can not move .. can not think. No exploration of domination and submission .. no man and woman ... no master slave ... just two animals fucking like the moons demand and the howling proclaims. There is no environment .. no props .. no awareness of anything but the culmination of the basest desires .. far beyond needs. The kind of sex you wake up in the middle of the night scared as all hell you actually did .. burning with the shame of it ... and relaxing only when you realize it was all a dream. But that would be you .. not me.
This was no dream.
If there is one place I know I can pull the dream into reality .. if there is one woman I know will welcome me no matter what I do to her ... it is raven. And I know she will crawl back for more until she has no legs to crawl with .. and then she will drag herself. And if I do not know where this comes from and what it has to do with me in the long run? It is a question I can allow to go unanswered for now. I do not care if it is about me .. at this point. All I care about is that for a few brief explosive moments I found a release ... in the sweat and cum and blood and bruising there was a moment where I no longer cared .. no longer sought ... no longer ached ... no longer needed ... and I slept.
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